[ The ribbons hang off her wrist, looping around comfortably, a impromptu adornment of the day. Who knows what she'll have left by the time she's done. ]
Not if you're the one doing the chasing, I guess? [ A shrug - predator and prey. Not like there's a difference on Pandora - and maybe that's what this is, this crawling stretch under her skin. In this, she is what she is. Picks one, bright green, where she'd taken it from the fire dancer. Where he'd breathed it out like he was one of the animals she knows best. Not the glittering prideful thing of her lion. But the rawness of what she knows, that bit of herself that's Lilith and Maya and Steele, and it's there, sharp in her gaze, her only brittle edges that she keeps down, down in herself around almost everyone else.
Everyone else - that she hadn't shown all the parts of herself - good and bad too. Safe, with Ahsoka.
Doesn't dim it, and she doesn't hide right now. Here, amongst so many people where something base and easy comes out, it's there, right there, in her eyes and under her nails. The alcohol only brings it to the surface. She wasn't made to be scared, she's a siren, and for the first time since she was shut away as a child, she feels that in some simple way. Made possible, in the strangest of ways. ] Yeah - you can meet all sort of people here. I like doing that. Being near people, I mean. I like it like this too - it doesn't have to be for too long if you don't want it too. [ Control in the transient nature of the gathering, what she's best at. She tugs the green one undone, quick little shifting movements. The green isn't matching to what Ahsoka's wearing, but she gestures for her wrist. ] I got this from one of the dancers. He was breathing - some kind of chemical mix, probably methanol, I think, not sure - [ babbles. ] He smelt like smoke, up close. [ Meets her eyes briefly, grinning, doesn't need to explain. ]
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Not if you're the one doing the chasing, I guess? [ A shrug - predator and prey. Not like there's a difference on Pandora - and maybe that's what this is, this crawling stretch under her skin. In this, she is what she is. Picks one, bright green, where she'd taken it from the fire dancer. Where he'd breathed it out like he was one of the animals she knows best. Not the glittering prideful thing of her lion. But the rawness of what she knows, that bit of herself that's Lilith and Maya and Steele, and it's there, sharp in her gaze, her only brittle edges that she keeps down, down in herself around almost everyone else.
Everyone else - that she hadn't shown all the parts of herself - good and bad too. Safe, with Ahsoka.
Doesn't dim it, and she doesn't hide right now. Here, amongst so many people where something base and easy comes out, it's there, right there, in her eyes and under her nails. The alcohol only brings it to the surface. She wasn't made to be scared, she's a siren, and for the first time since she was shut away as a child, she feels that in some simple way. Made possible, in the strangest of ways. ] Yeah - you can meet all sort of people here. I like doing that. Being near people, I mean. I like it like this too - it doesn't have to be for too long if you don't want it too. [ Control in the transient nature of the gathering, what she's best at. She tugs the green one undone, quick little shifting movements. The green isn't matching to what Ahsoka's wearing, but she gestures for her wrist. ] I got this from one of the dancers. He was breathing - some kind of chemical mix, probably methanol, I think, not sure - [ babbles. ] He smelt like smoke, up close. [ Meets her eyes briefly, grinning, doesn't need to explain. ]